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Journalists Justify Their Treachery In Various Ways According To Their Temperaments. The More Pompous Talk About Freedom Of Speech And ‘the Public’s Right To Know’; The Least Talented Talk About Art; The Seemliest Murmur About Earning A Living.

There Are Good Photographers Who Might Elevate Themselves To The Ranks Of The Great Simply By Burning Most Of Their Work.

If You Scratch A Great Photograph, You Find Two Things; A Painting And A Photograph.

All Analyses End Badly. Each 'termination' Leaves The Participants With The Taste Of Ashes In Their Mouths; Each Is Absurd; Each Is A Small, Pointless Death. Psychoanalysis Cannot Tolerate Happy Endings; It Casts Them Off The Way The Body's Immunological System Casts Off Transplanted Organs.

The Camera Is Simply Not The Supple And Powerful Instrument Of Description That The Pen Is.